watch as the phoenix rises from her grave
wings of the blackest fire. yet as if
the ashes do remember
the combustion that made them in the first place
embracing the fatal sun again, cruel Icarus
reborn. ever again, still the folly
rekindled. ever still, again the pain
every bit just like the first
this is nothing much but her second
suicide, causing naught but my second
death. oh immolation in the driving rain
the last chapter of the story
| Thoughts Became Words At 12:11 AM |
